Priest Erotica Novels & Stories

“Answer me.” “Yes, Father Lucian,” I confessed, cheeks burning. “I’m… I’m soaked.” A dark chuckle rolled through the screen. “Holy Mary, Mother of God…” he prompted, mocking gently as one thick finger traced along my slick folds. I tried to continue. “Holy Mary, Mother of God… pray for us sinners…..” He slid one finger between my lips, gliding over my swollen clit. My hips jerked involuntarily. “Keep going,” he ordered. “Louder. Let God hear how you sin while your priest touches this needy little cunt for the first time.”

Disclaimer: Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. Triggering themes. Lesbian content. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat that comes with it. Rated 18+ --- Priya Walsh was dreaming again. She could feel it even inside the dream, that specific awareness that sits at the back of your mind telling you this isn't real while everything happening in front of you feels more real than anything you experienced while you were awake. Brooklyn's hands were in her hair.

But lately, my thoughts had strayed, sinful and insistent, circling around the new parish priest like a forbidden temptation. Father Elias had arrived only two months ago, his presence rippling through the convent like a quiet thunder. Tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp green eyes that seemed to pierce right through the veil of piety, he led masses with a voice that commanded obedience. I caught myself staring during sermons, imagining those strong hands on me, guiding me not in prayer but in something darker, more carnal. At night, in my narrow cell, my body would ache with need, my fingers slipping beneath my undergarments to touch the wetness gathering between my thighs as I pictured h

“Be more specific, Noah. God is all-knowing, but I am not. You must tell me everything. Every filthy, disgusting detail.” My dick was so hard it hurt. I could feel pre-cum leaking from the tip, wetting my underwear. This was wrong. This was so, so wrong. But I couldn't stop. “I think about… about being on my knees for them. About… about taking their… their cocks in my mouth. About… about them fucking me. Hard.” I could hear a soft rustle of fabric on the other side of the screen. Was he… was he touching himself? No. That was impossible. He was a priest. A man of God.

“Father, yes, rub my clit just like that. I am close already. Your cock feels so deep hitting that spot inside me. Tell me how much you love fucking the girl you baptized. Say it dirty for me while I ride you.” His fingers moved faster on my clit and he thrust up harder to meet my movements. “I love how wrong it is Nova. Fucking you raw like this after all these years in the place where I serve God. Your young body taking every inch of your priest’s cock. Come for me again. Let me feel you shake and squeeze me.” The orgasm hit me hard, my pussy clenching around him in strong waves as I trembled on his lap. I buried my face in his neck to muffle my sounds, my whole body shaking against him.

He stood between her thighs, his eyes locked on hers, a mix of hunger and dominance in his gaze. With a swift, aggressive movement, he positioned himself at her entrance, his lengthy dick pressing against her wetness. "Please, Daddy," Bianca moaned, her voice a breathy whisper. "Fuck me and tpear my pussy apart." Dr. Kendrick didn't hesitate, he entered her, filling her wet pussy completely. Bianca screamed, her back arching off the table as he hit that spot deep inside her that made her see stars. "Oh god, yes! Please, ohhh my pussy tear it Daddy, don't have mercy on me!"

His body stiffens, but he doesn’t move my hand. “Really? I look like your first female sex fantasy.” Priest nods, his gaze returning to the windshield. “Oh yeah. Her name is Delilah “Sweet” Amorosa. We jacked off to fantasies of her for years. She was our ultimate fantasy from the moment we hit puberty.”

Even his name felt forbidden. I hesitated, then let it pour out. "I've had thoughts…filthy ones. About a man taking me roughly, his hands pinning me down while he thrusts into me without mercy. I imagine sucking him deep, choking on his cock until tears run down my face. And... worse. Him fucking my ass hard, making me beg for forgiveness even as I come undone." The words hung in the air, raw and unfiltered. My cheeks burned, but relief mixed with a twisted thrill. Why tell a priest? Because no one else would judge without recoil.

My pussy was teenage-tight but the position of the stirrups caused it to splay wide before him. Several lust-filled faces peered over his shoulders, gaining intimate knowledge of what my most private place looked like, memorising it so from that day on the image of my eagerly waiting pussy would be floating around in the memories of countless men, totally out of my control. “This child of God submits herself fully to our cause. She is ready. Trisha?” “Please give me your semen, Master.” “It shall be done.” The priest was the only fully dressed man left in the room and as he stood there between my legs, his crotch only inches from my soaking pussy, he began to undress.